Kilimanjaro, Day One

December 26, 2010.

My travel day from Lusaka, Zambia to Arusha, Tanzania was rather uneventful.  I did not feel fully recovered from whatever illness hit me the previous week but still well enough to attempt to summit Kilimanjaro, the tallest mountain in Africa at 5,895 meters (19,341 feet).  I went with a group to four climbers from Lusaka to Arusha, one of Tanzania’s largest cities about 1.5 hours from the entrance to Kilimanjaro National Park, via Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania.  The mountain is so imposing that it affects the climate of the lowlands below, causing changes in weather patterns over short distances depending on proximity of the mountain and wind currents.  While the area around the rural airport is a semi-arid plain, Arusha itself is situated in an overgrown, subtropical bowl flourishing in the shadow of Kilimanjaro’s sister mountain, Mount Meru.  The city itself is quite organic and gives one the impression that it grew and expanded through osmosis.  Roads run willy nilly and thread through shade trees with high-rise hotels co-existing with ramshackle brick buildings housing a variety of family businesses emblazoned with bright colors and hand painted signs.  A small, stereotypical taste of the flavor of Africa.

The airline offered to put us on an earlier flight to Arusha.  We arrived three hours earlier than scheduled and missed our guide at the airport.  We took an overpriced airport taxi to our hotel, a backpacker-style spartan accommodation called the Arusha Tourist Inn (not to be confused with its twin, the Arusha Tourist Centre Inn).  The $45 hotel was fine for the outbound portion of our climb.  The room was sparse but neat and none too well lit.  The walls were paper thin and reverberated with the sounds of climbers and other adventurers loitering at the hotel.  They were quite a vocal bunch, particularly the drunk man yelling unintelligibly in the alleyway behind the hotel at 4 a.m. in the morning.

Our guide, August, met us at our hotel to talk about the climb.  We worked out logistics ranging from what to expect on the climb to whether to bunk alone to what to do or not to do to prepare for the climb.  We learned ipso facto that it’s not a good idea to drink alcohol before climb as it might hasten the effects of altitude sickness – after we had consumed moderate quantities of beer.  During dinner, a somewhat greasy meat-and-pasta heavy fare, we talked to two chatty Danish women who had returned earlier that day from a successful climb. Cheery and full of good spirits, they inspired us with horror stories of freezing weather and the unavoidable challenges of climbing a mountain that reaches into the upper atmosphere.   They recounted how they had thwarted a robbery attempt in the main square and news of another tourist who had been injured in an attack by thieves.  I made a note not to tour Arusha without a body guard.

I retired to my room about 9 p.m. and set about arranging my belongings for the climb.  I had packed some valuables in my carry-on luggage and need to regroup them according to function.  I set aside clothing for my first day of hiking and consolidated clothing, food, and other accessories into separate bags.  My entire life for a week wrapped up in protective plastic.  I missed home already.

In the faint light of the room, I wondered whether I would make it to the top of Kilimanjaro.  Could I do it?  After all, former tennis star Martina Navratilova had had to be evacuated from the mountain after she succumbed to altitude sickness.  I wasn’t so sure I would succeed considering my nagging chest cold and frame that still carried too much weight despite rigorous training.  I wondered what challenges and difficulties lay before me, praying that I would overcome them and achieve this elusive goal.

Lessons learned:  Don’t drink alcohol before a climb!  Do not walk around Arusha like a tourist.  It’s too dangerous, and you’re too easy a target for would-be thieves.

 

The More Things Change…

…the more they stay the same.  So Windows Spaces Live became WordPress, and Windows Live updated its Writer blog writing program to look more like Microsoft Word (which begs the question, why not incorporate it into Word?).  The format is completely different, though.  Draft blog entries and entries that have already been posted no longer appear, making me wonder where they went.  Why is it that all tech companies have this annoying habit of completely reinventing everything with new iterations of the software program or web site?  They assume that users will be happy with the changes or will soon learn how to use the newer version.  Yet history is littered with product experiments that failed miserably.  New Coke, anyone?

Baptism on a Perfect Day

IMG_0440I baptized our son yesterday.  We could not have chosen a better day for this momentous occasion, for 10/10/10 (October 10, 2010) will never happen again this millennium.  Surely this was the event of a lifetime, especially for my son, for our family, and for God.  Baptizing my son by water was one of the biggest thrills of my life.  A missionary friend blessed and ordained him; I asked my son to give his testimony and helped affirmed that he was ready to take this important spiritual step.  He did splendidly.

It reminds me of Jesus’ baptism by John the Baptist almost 2,000 years ago in the Jordan River.  Matthew 3:13-17 says:  “13 Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to be baptized by John. 14 But John tried to deter him, saying, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?” 15 Jesus replied, “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.” Then John consented. 16 As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and lighting on him. 17 And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.”

I’m proud of my own son for taking this important step in his walk with God.  He is a young soul, but his heart is true, and he knows the truth.  A couple of years ago he asked to be baptized, but we asked him to wait until he truly knew what it meant to be baptized.  I did not get baptized until much later in life; I am very happy he’s taken this big step while he’s young.  I looking forward to helping him grow in his faith as he develops into a man of faith.

In this day and age where relativism reigns and diversity is sacrosanct, it should be understood that baptism is not something that needs to be hidden away from view or done discreetly because someone might happen to offend someone. It’s a story begging to be told.  Much as all sorts of religions are tolerated for their own outward expressions of belief, so also should this type of visual proclamation of faith be respected.  It’s not something that needs to be hidden under a bush or salted away.